Wen Xishu said:
"Block the door."
Sean's eyes lit up:
"Yes, yes, block the door."
There were plenty of pieces of furniture in the room, and blocking the door with them was entirely feasible.
Wen Xishu began to move the furniture, but just as he was about to touch it, a voice echoed in his mind.
"You've earned another point for your performance, so I'll add a point for you. Meanwhile, the other side is already in an evil spirit crisis.
Unfortunately, stingy Pig the Third doesn't like the layout of his home being changed. Known for being stingy in the town, he'll become maniacal if anyone touches things in his house. Now, you must choose someone to block the door with their body."
"Who should it be?"
Sean dropped to his knees, the chain clanging against the floor.
"Doomed... doomed... I'm dead."
In Sean's eyes, this was a guaranteed death sentence. He knew the weak were meant to be abandoned, so he began to appear frightened.
